Several big men were pulling a wooden cart, moving slowly across the desert.

Rough sounds of laughter, fighting and scolding echoed in the air. This ancient language reached Lin Qiye's ears and automatically turned into Chinese that he could understand.

"How much wine can we pray for today?"

"It should be at least 40 kilograms, right? Last time we brought back too little, and the city lord was unhappy."

"Last time, it was because Lao Qi secretly drank several kilograms on the way. Otherwise, there wouldn't be only 20 kilograms left when he brought it back, right?"

"Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother? Say something. You're always acting like a dull boy. How are we going to make Lord Bacchus happy if you keep talking like this?"

"Well, forget it, he has been like this since he was a child. Let's speak louder today and work harder."

“…”

As they left the city and headed towards the desert in the east, Lin Qiye became more and more confused.

Bacchus?

What is that?

After walking for about half an hour, the group of men finally stopped in front of a dry oasis.

They put down the wooden cart behind them, gathered around the empty depression, and piled up nearby branches. One of the big men leaned over the pile of branches and drilled hard to get a flame.

"Everything is ready. This time, we'll use the new dance we choreographed last night!"

The other big men scattered in various corners as if facing a great enemy, staring at the dark cave in the center of the depression, and spoke solemnly.

"clear!"

Swish——!

The big man who drilled the fire successfully ignited the pile of branches. A wisp of flame ignited from the edge of the puddle, and wisps of green smoke rose into the sky.

The moment the flame appeared, the tiny stones scattered in the puddles began to tremble slightly.

Lin Qiye, hiding behind a sand dune, let out a light exclamation and looked intently at the black cave in the center of the puddle.

After a few seconds of shaking, a golden wine jug suddenly flew out of the cave and hovered over the puddle, as if looking for the source of fire.

At the same time, the big men surrounding the puddle squatted down like sumo wrestlers and clapped their hands heavily on their heads!

"Hey--!!"

The crisp applause and the big man's roar immediately attracted the attention of the golden wine jug.

Afterwards, these big men gathered around the puddle, moving their bodies vigorously, and began a masculine and beautiful dance.

Along with the whistling of their bodies, they opened their mouths wide and shouted out some obscure intonation in a sonorous and powerful voice, like an ancient blessing ballad, echoing over the dry oasis.

They sang and danced, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the golden wine jug above the puddle. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down their cheeks, and it was obvious that they were trying very hard.

Lin Qiye opened his mouth in shock...

What's this?

Ancient idol trainee?

What shocked Lin Qiye the most was that as these big men sang and danced, the golden wine jug in the air seemed to get excited. It swayed its body excitedly, as if to cheer for the big men.

Wow——!

As the movement of the wine jug became more and more intense, the rosy wine spilled madly from the top of the jug, pouring into the dry puddle and gradually gathering into a pool of wine.

The refreshing aroma of wine filled the air. The men who were singing and dancing by the puddles kept swallowing their saliva, with joy on their faces.

As the last beat fell, the big men stopped at the same time and gasped for breath.

The golden wine jug jumped excitedly, as if applauding them, and with every jump, more wine splashed out.

"Farewell, God of Bacchus!"

The big men all bowed to the golden wine jug. Lao Liu, who had been keeping the flame burning, quickly stomped out the fire. The wine jug circled in the air happily for half a circle, then returned to its cave.

When the wine jug disappeared, the men immediately cheered, picked up empty barrels from the wooden cart, and quickly filled the wine pool into them.

"A wine jug that pours wine when excited... Is this also a magical artifact that Gilgamesh collected back then?"

Lin Qiye witnessed the whole process, his eyes full of shock.

The big men poured out the wine from the puddle and filled the wooden cart, and they couldn't stop smiling.

"My goodness, this time it must be at least 60 kilograms, right?"

"It seems that the dance we rehearsed all night last night was effective."

"When we return this time, the city lord will probably reward us handsomely!"

“Hahahaha… let’s go back to the city!”

"I, I want to pee." Lao Liu said awkwardly.

"Tsk... go, go, let's go after we finish peeing!"

Amid the joyful conversation of the men, Lao Liu quickly left the oasis and began to look for a suitable place to relieve himself.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, knowing that the time had come, and immediately turned into a ray of night and followed.

Lao Liu climbed over a sand dune and saw that there was no one around, so he began to untie his belt.

At this moment, a heavy blow hit the back of his head. His eyes rolled back and he was knocked unconscious and fell into the sand.

Lin Qiye, wearing a black cloak, stood calmly behind him, and a brilliant magical light bloomed from under his feet.

When the light faded, his appearance had completely transformed into the fallen Old Six.

He opened his mouth, simply imitated a few words of his voice, turned around and walked towards the main force.

"Old Six is ​​back, let's go!"

"Let's go, let's go back and find a place to have a drink!"

No one noticed anything strange about "Lao Liu". They all pulled the fully loaded wooden cart together and headed towards the city.

Following these big men, Lin Qiye successfully entered behind the dark city wall.

It is unknown how many years this city has existed in the King's Treasury. Because it is isolated from the outside world, there are no foreign strangers at all. If the natives in the city do not change their costs, they will most likely be discovered directly.

And the usually taciturn "Old Six" is undoubtedly his best choice.

After passing through the city wall, a large number of ancient brick and stone buildings appeared before his eyes. In a trance, Lin Qiye thought he had traveled back to an ancient period thousands of years ago and entered a magnificent city-state full of history.

"The brothers who were looking for wine are back!"

"Hey, it's you guys? How was your harvest today?"

"Oh my god, do you see those trucks full of wine barrels? There are a total of 60 kilograms today!"

"Sixty kilograms?! That's a lot?"

“…”

The wooden cart made a dull sound as it drove on the bumpy stone brick road. Some city residents came forward and started chatting with the other men curiously, with shock on their faces.

Perhaps it was because they knew that Lin Qiye, the "Sixth Brother", was not talkative, or perhaps it was because he was just not popular, so no one came to talk to him, which was exactly what Lin Qiye wanted.

His eyes swept around calmly, and suddenly fell on the eaves of the houses, and his brows frowned slightly.

On the door of almost every household, there is a copper badge with an ancient shape and mysterious and complex patterns on its surface.

Lin Qiye recognized these badges.

Merlin had given Gilgamesh a similar fragment when he first walked out of the ward.

This is the emblem of the Kingdom of Uruk.